FOR MY FATHER ON HIS 93RD BIRTHDAY. (And for always) 10/12/2015. On your 93rd birthday I asked “When did we start calling you Pops?” We used to call you Father, Dearest Father on this day that would be your 95th birthday 10/12/2017 {you left us six months ago}, we miss you terribly and we flounder a bit because our “Pops” is no longer with us in the…
The verb To Love. It is liquid fire, it is a moving tide, it is the sweet headiness of Ambrosia taken on an empty stomach, it is the sound of ice particles chiming on crystal, it is a weeping Cello, a keening widow at a grave-side, arctic snow shadowed by the Northern lights, early morning showers, mango blossoms, bees, salt, headaches, a terrible moment such as this, it is dangerous, it is living and breathing without need of a single word,…
WITHOUT DESCRIPTION His eyes stopped feeling. The last of their warmth receding, I feel the drain, The shock the pain. I don’t believe it. The eyes implore me with their slow withdrawal, Believe it I am leaving, Left, gone No more, They fix themselves. The room show no signs of him, it, I look around, nothing life self, me you. What a frightening thing. I flounder. I startle, I am cavalier, I won’t care, I don’t believe. A steady gaze,…
AN EXTRACT REGARDING GOD AND HIS CONNECTIONS WITH US. “My hands, my feet, my poor little brain, my eyes, my ears, all matter more than the whole sweep of these constellations! He burst out. “God himself, the God to whom this whole universe-speckled display is as nothing, God himself had hands like mine and feet…
The idea that I could be a writer never crossed my mind as something that I could engage as my life’s work, yet, all I ever wanted to do was to read and write, but not for any specific reasons of gain or employment, I only wanted to satisfy an uncontrollable desire to spin words, to explore words, their meanings and their sounds. I enjoy words more than I enjoy eating, yet, I enjoy cooking. So you could say that…
All lives are entwined and we intersect at various points in our experiences, however, everyone comes back to the singular for atonement. The Alabaster Box is a reflective journey of a life spent in search for the very elusive God of salvation. Is such a God knowable or does such a God exists? Only questions survive the Alabaster narrative because there is no true answer. What is true, however, is that finding God is a personal encounter and one that…
The first time without you. How will it be? Before or after, the questions remain. The first time without you. I have no idea what to expect. Unimaginable. I am stuck on a hollow note. The first time without you. Should I have prepared? Am I so selfish that I expected you to be always? The first time without you was the last time with you, as I recall. That last time. I could have done so much more,…
EIGHTEEN WHEELER PASSING THROUGH WASHINGTON DC. Over and over Di wheels Dey turnin’ Over and over Mile afta mile De same sound just Going on and on Over and over again Is di same way mi mind jus’ going On and on Over and over Pondering di same ting When you gwine notice me again God? June 11th 1985 LAMENTATIONS God, God of heaven Listen to me yuh hear, are you deaf to me? Blind to my…